I have included the Tottensham league cup humiliation of Chelsea [albeit against ten men] which represented an oasis of pleasure for them in an otherwise barren desert of embarrassing failure. Incidentally, this torturous sequence for the second most successful club in norf London was eventually ended by a bizarre 2-1 win at the Lane in November 2006 when Claude Makalele scored a screamer for Chelsea. A Makalele goal coupled with a Tottensham win against Chelsea: what were the odds on those twin phenomena? I would venture to say that they were probably akin to Halley’s Comet arriving in your front garden.

Whilst Cheslea were a bridge too far for the mythically mighty Spurs, the Blues had many nice trips to the little venue of ”Three Points Lane’. Throughout much of the nineties, Chelsea remained a ‘work in progress’, but there was one glorious circumstance where west London’s finest excelled themselves, and that was in their superiority over the supposed superpower [a media myth] of Tottensham Hotspur. Mind you, Chelsea’s bragging rights were merely confined to Tottensham. Alas, the Blues themselves came unstuck time and again against those pesky Arse-Nil people, but hey let’s whitewash that apparent fact, or at least leave some gloating Arse-Nil blogger to record those various ordeals and under-achievement. I cannot believe that Chelsea Football Club have not commissioned a DVD celebration of Chelsea’s prolonged ascendancy over the ["we think we're mighty"] Spurs. Still, in the absence of such material, permit me to bask in the glory of our extended dominance of the invisible superpower from norf London.